A wake up call

They had room service that night, but both of them collapsed pretty early, tired from the long journey and the jet lag.

Sam woke up the next morning a little dazed, but groaning as he felt Vixen's luscious lips and talented tongue caressing his morning erection. He ran his fingers through her hair and she pulled her mouth off his slick cock with an audible pop as she looked into his eyes.

"Oh good, you're up," she purred as both her hands worked his slick shaft. "I figured you might prefer this to the typical wake up call."

Instead of resuming her oral worship of his massive meat, she climbed up his body, kissing up his stomach and chest until her lips met his. She had unbuttoned her silk button-down pajama top without taking it off, so he felt her hard nipples rubbing against his naked chest, and his cock nestled against the sheer, light blue panties she had on, leaking precum against her thighs. His hands reached down to her ass and peeled the panties down, enjoying the feeling of them sticking slightly to her moist pussy. She helped him, kicking off her underwear and sliding his cock along the length of her slit. They moaned into each other's mouths as she circled her hips, rubbing his cock head against her swollen clit.

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer, and grabbed his cock with one hand as she lifted her hips higher, positioning him to penetrate her pussy. She took a deep breath and lowered her hips, feeling him pierce her body and spread her wide. It was better than her memory, both familiar and exhilarating. As she lowered her hips half-inch by half-inch, she felt her body shifting, rearranging to accommodate Sam's girth and length, and she let out a guttural moan, something primal and outside her conscious awareness.

Sam gripped her hips tightly, taking all his self control not to slam his hips upward and sink his entire length into her in one stroke. But he was also enjoying the exquisite pleasure of each moment slowly unfolding, feeling Vixen's body spread open for him, every soft, moist fold hugging his enormous member tightly.

At last, feeling how close she was, Vixen pushed down on the remaining inches of his cock, and screamed with pleasure and pain, joy and ecstasy as he bottomed out in her pussy, the only thought in her head: the perfect fit.

She stayed like that for a minute, her eyes closed, her incredible body and display for Sam to enjoy. He ran his hands along her waist, up her chest, cupping her supple breasts, smaller than Jennifer's but so perfect on her body, and his thumbs flicked at her erect nipples. This body, this gorgeous woman, was his to enjoy, and he could feel his huge dick throbbing inside her pussy, feeling perfectly at home.

Vixen opened her eyes and looked into his, quietly moaning, "Fuck me, baby." She wasn't commanding, or begging, just stating the reality of her need, matter-of-factly.

Sam growled with desire and grabbed her hips, slamming half his prodigious length in and out of her again and again, his passion unleashed. Vixen responded in kind, pushing her hips down to meet his every upward thrust. She put one of her hands on his chest, to steady herself, and the other hand snaked down to where his cock met her pussy. He moaned louder as he felt her fingers against his shaft, only fucking her faster as she begin to circle her finger around her clit.

"Fuck baby, don't stop, don't stop, I'm so close!" she groaned.

"Me too!" he grunted.

He made to move her off his cock, to pull out, but she moved her hand from her chest to his neck, holding him down.

"Don't fucking stop, I'm so close, I'm so clo–I'm cumming!" she screamed.

The feeling of her pussy spasming around his cock, her hand around his throat, was too much and Sam slammed his cock into her depths as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum into her hungry pussy. She collapsed on him and they held each other close, his cock still inside her, making her feel impossible full even as his erection slowly fell limp.

At last, she kissed him and pulled her pussy off his cock, causing both to groan, as she rolled off his body still kissing his face.

"Thank you," she whispered, "that was wonderful."

He smiled. "Is it okay... you know, cumming inside you?"

She laughed and reached her hand down to her pussy, bringing some of his cum back to her mouth and licking her fingers clean.

"Oh yes, I think it's wonderful. And don't worry; I started on the pill right after our last date."

He kissed her again, tasting the faintest whiff of his salty cum on her tongue.